Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 267 The Tampered Memory
"Lupine, what's the matter?"

When Hagrid opened the door for little Barty, he asked curiously.

Just as Little Barty wanted to answer, he held back immediately.

He knew that this job was a big mouth, and with Lupine's personality, he definitely didn't want news that was bad for Dumbledore to spread, so...

"It's nothing, Hagrid, Professor Lockhart happened to be out on some errands, so let's go together."

Little Barty dared to say that, and Hagrid dared to believe it.

"Professor Harold, just call me when you come back, and I will open the door for you."

As Hagrid spoke, he opened the door to Hogwarts and let the two leave.

Lockhart smiled awkwardly and said nothing, while Barty Jr. bid farewell to Hagrid and left with the former.

The two walked not far, and Lockhart said, "Can you give me back the wand, I don't think I made any mistakes."

Just as little Barty was about to speak, Voldemort spoke in his mind first.

"Apparate him and get out of here."

Little Barty, who received the order, immediately lost the will to answer Lockhart, and directly pulled the other party to Apparate.

"This is where?"

Little Barty looked at the trees beside him and asked suspiciously.

"Give me your body."

Voldemort ordered again, and then began to control Barty Jr.'s body.

Little Barty obediently gave up control of his body, and Voldemort soon took control of everything.

" Legilimency."

Without more words, just cast out a spell.

Harold was very surprised and got hit without any resistance.

"I heard that your Memory Charm is very special, Lockhart, when did you learn it?"

Voldemort asked, trying to bring up the other person's memory about the Memory Curse.

Sure enough, following Voldemort's inquiry, relevant images immediately flashed in the memory of the other party.

There was weak Occlumency resistance during the period, but it was quickly broken by Voldemort:
Lockhart, who looked to be only six or seven years old, was in a slightly dilapidated living room.

He is a guest here, with some fruit plates in front of him, his parents are beside him, and the person sitting opposite is chatting with his parents.

The bored Lockhart casually picked up a book on the table and read it curiously.

He read it very carefully, so this memory is also very clear.

Voldemort followed this memory and memorized the contents of the book.

The memory spell is different from the current one, it looks more profound, with obvious traces of ancient magic.

After he memorized this content, he began to speed up the viewing speed of the memory, and there was nothing special about it.

Lockhart's parents bid farewell to the person opposite. Lockhart himself was still reading, and the family gave him the book directly.

After the Lockhart family went home, the book was also collected by Lockhart.

"Whoosh."

The wand fell, and Lockhart also woke up from the state of being searched for memory.

"What are you doing?" Lockhart asked angrily.

Voldemort ignored him, frowning in thought.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't see what was wrong for a while.

After thinking about the magic for a while, it was not difficult for him, so he simply raised his wand.

"No, no, Remus, don't do this..."

The words came abruptly, because Voldemort's magic had already hit the opponent.

"Om."

The magic hit Lockhart's body, but there was a silver thread between the wand and Lockhart.

Voldemort was not surprised by this.

He felt it for a while, and his consciousness entered Lockhart's memory along the silver thread.

In an instant, time seemed to be reset, and Voldemort was standing in Lockhart's perspective, seeing "Lupine" raise his wand to him.

This is the memory he is going to delete. The fun thing is that he can enter this memory that is about to be deleted and watch it again.

It felt like reloading before deletion.

"It is interesting."

Voldemort murmured, experiencing everything he had just experienced.

Before the silver thread was broken, Voldemort's consciousness returned to Barty Jr.'s body.

"This is where?"

Lockhart, whose memory was erased, asked again after waking up.

" Legilimency."

Voldemort still said nothing, and used the spell again.

Memories of Lockhart's childhood resurfaced, and Voldemort re-read the spell again.

There was no problem with the spell, and everything he experienced seemed normal, but Voldemort still felt strange.

For a while, he couldn't find out where the problem was.

It is also a normal reaction to use spiritual perception to feel the other party's thoughts, not to hide any memory thoughts, but to refuse Voldemort's peeping.

"What's wrong with that?"

Voldemort cut off his magic, frowned and murmured.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lockhart yelled at him.

Voldemort ignored him.

Apparation was unavailable without a wand, so he had no fear of Lockhart escaping.

"Little Barty, come and search his memory about memory spells to see if there is any problem."

Voldemort returned the body to Barty Jr., asking the latter to look at the memory.

Little Barty also ignored Lockhart, still throwing a Legilimency.

"I can't see the problem, Dark Lord." Little Barty said.

Voldemort regained control of his body and tried the Memory Charm magic again.

It still feels amazing.

It seems that Harold relied on this spell to grasp the secrets of those people.

Also, this way of re-experience is indeed enough for him to write those soul-stirring books.

"It's just... what's wrong?"

Obviously he has got what he wants, but Voldemort is unwilling to give up.

He had to find out the point that made him uncomfortable, for which he was willing to try thousands of times, and was even willing to suffer the result of losing Barty Jr.'s identity as Lupine.

In short, Voldemort must seize his own flash of intuition.

So, I tried again and again until it was dark, Harold seemed a little delirious, but Voldemort was still trying.

Finally, before it was completely dark, Voldemort noticed the problem.

In Little Lockhart's memory, the faces of the two people opposite him were somewhat unclear.

how is this possible.

Little Harold obviously looked at the two of them several times, but he wasn't short-sighted, so how could it be blurry.

So, Voldemort began to watch again and again, hoping to find out the reason.

He even slowed down that memory infinitely, and slowly, he found more vague places:

Table corners, water glasses, and apples falling to the ground.

"Is this memory tampered with?"

Voldemort was stunned, the memory tampering was too real.

Especially that part of the spell, which is a real spell that can be used. If the memory is tampered with, why is the spell real?

"and many more."

Voldemort's eyes widened suddenly, and a suspicion arose in his mind.

"Perhaps this tampering of memory is not to make him forget this spell, but to let him remember this spell."

"But why bother?"

(End of this chapter)